Art

Getting Ready

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Like a squirrel gathering nuts here for a long, cold winter, I have been gathering art and craft supplies for future creative endeavours. Moving here to Northeastern Ontario from Victoria on Vancouver Island in British Columbia last June meant leaving much behind again but I did manage to transport what I thought were essentials in my old car. My son relocated his office to another part of the house so now my daughter and I share this Arts and Crafts Room while she is visiting. (I’ve only photographed ‘my stuff’ and even then there are several yarn bins for weaving projects and shelves of tools and supplies tucked away elsewhere.) The photos are the room ‘as is’ for now, neat and organized. When it becomes creatively messy with use, I’ll call it a ‘Studio’:)

Like a squirrel…
I bought and assembled a cabinet with much struggle to understand instructions, a humbling experience, then filled it in all of a few minutes.
I wonder how long this cabinet will stay organized and tidy.
I’ve temporarily tacked my painting over the new desk I assembled as I had to dispense with the frame of this mixed media to roll it for a space in my car, otherwise it would be among ‘those things left behind’. Some might consider it ‘tacky’ but it makes me happy to look at this and recall how the rain contributed to my art.
A wider claimed corner for supplies to remember it’s pristine state in the future:)

I managed to save a few of my weavings and paintings for myself, having gifted such (as well as sculptures) and donated others to charities. Like my poetry, I think of these as simply my hobbies.

When Is Art Not Art

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When is Art Not Art?

When is Art Not Art?

We experience, observe, decide, discern

as we grow, evolve and learn.

When ‘Art’ is Abuse, Sadistic, Masochistic,

without Conscience, Caring, Compassion,

it is clearly Not Art to me I see,

only abilities and powers misused,

sure signs of Hearts and Minds confused-

Life’s respect and dignity denied, refused.

What does this ‘Not Art’ plainly state

beyond personal preference and taste,

beyond collective judgments, agreements

of religious and social morality

swiftly or slowly changing, or not,

through intelligent questions and revelations

about Humanity, Nature, Evolution, Creation…

It states our ‘World Views’, perceptions of God,

of Life Itself, of who we are and choose to be

as we co-create our World, our ‘Destiny’.

‘Not Art’ is Not Art’s ‘Shadow’ of Duality

or ‘Negative Space’ of Formless Grace.

This ‘Not Art’ is a degradation of mentality,

a sickness of Heart and Mind and Soul-

though some may choose to call it ‘Art’.

I choose the Beauty and Joy of Life in Art,

finding meaning, purpose, peace, delight

in its power both magical and divine.

I, truly, do love Art…

August 14, 2025

(This poem pairs with my previous poem- Art and Artists. )

Shelley A. Wilson

Haileybury, Ontario

Art and Artists

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Art is the Great Opener of the Mind, the Heart, the Soul.

Art is the Bridge, the Gate, the Door to seeing, hearing, feeling Life as ‘So Much More’.

Artists are Creators, ReCreators, Transformers-

selves expressing the Self in many varied ways-

lives expressing Life in the sublime and mundane.

Artists are bridges, gates and doors,

revealers, inspirers, motivators, communicators

of the wonders and true magic of Life.

Art is Life expressing Itself in us-

we who open to Art as Life Itself in us.

Only Closed Minds and Hearts and Souls

limit, restrict, confine, deny Art as Life in us-

God’s own glory flowing through us,

measured and filtered though it be.

August 14, 2025

Shelley A. Wilson

Haileybury, Ontario

Wild Imagination

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my art in borrowed room… Why do I feel a sense of Deja Vu?

Wild Imagination

Why do I feel a sense of Deja Vu?

Why did I choose this Timeline again-

this Pivotal Point in Human History?

I stare at my art in a borrowed room,

a remembrance of Chaos and Order, too,

while in the air another World War looms,

greater than those known before.

Why do I have a feeling it’s already here,

a subtle foreboding steadily rising?

Why am I not even a little surprised

seeing the set ‘stages’ of a New World Order

and more- a new Stalin already puppeteering

an old Roman Emperor, a different Hitler

(with paid psychics, devices and A.I. versions spying)

upstaging, dictating, realigning, deceiving,

all controlled by a Ring of Global Mafia to rule all.

I stare at the canvas, seeing through and through,

or do I just imagine the fall of trusted systems

and renewed old thinking in different forms

that alienate, dominate, decimate almost all?

Perhaps it’s my overactive imagination

that Humanity may still choose a Better Tomorrow,

a more healthy, loving and peaceful Direction?

So many kinds of Storms rage in Nations-

physical, mental, emotional, spiritual Storms.

Some remind me of the Story of Mordor rising

to War, and the Story of a Fire Dragon in the Treasury.

My Artistic Imagination must be wild

in someone like me, so meek and mild.

There are so many ‘alternate endings’

and ‘new beginnings’ in Stories I know.

Does Love or Fear ‘Win’ this time, I wonder…

The Sun continues to shine above the driven clouds.

The Moon continues to glow by borrowed sunlight.

The Stars continue to sparkle by day and night

as the World turns, changing over and over again.

(March 1, 2025- Shelley A. Wilson)